It was a stormy evening. A slender man was walking home. That man’s name was Mark. He splashed through the mud. “I should have brought gumboots,” he muttered. He felt the hair on his arms stand up. “What?” Mark took off his hat. From the reflection of his phone he saw that the hair on his head also stood right up, as if he were a character in a cartoon. “What’s causing tha-?” Lightning crashed on Mark. 10  minutes later. 

“Ugh what just happened”? By then the storm had passed. Mark looked around. Everything was burnt to a crisp. “Did I just get struck by lightning?” He touched his head. “Ahhh,” Mark hissed. The next morning he woke up, and headed to the kitchen. “Hey Bob”. “Sup Mark”. Bob was Mark’s roommate. Suddenly his vision unfocused, and Bob was the only thing he could see clearly. Next to his roommate it was written on the wall in big bright green letters: “Cause of Death: Drowning” and a picture of water with a hand sticking out.  

Mark was terrified. “Do you also see that?” Mark asked Bob. “See what. Woah, are you ok? You look like you just saw a ghost”. 

“Yeah, I got to go”. Mark grabbed his coat and ran outside.Mark started to breath heavily. “What just happened”? Mark whispered to himself. He tried to take his mind off it, and go to work. While he was driving to work, he felt a sense of dread that he did not tell his friend about what happened in the kitchen. 

Once he got to work one of Mark’s coworkers/ John walked by. He looked at him and writing started to appear on the walls in the same bright green letters as earlier. The letters wrote: death by fire. With a picture of fire burning in his mind. Panting Mark ran out the building. “I can’t be dreaming can I”?

1AM. Someone knocking on the door caused Mark to suddenly wake up. Rushing to the front door he almost tripped. He opened the door, and his blood ran cold. “Are you the roommate of Bob Chairmen”? The police officer at the door said. “Y-yes”. Mark answered shakily. “I’m sorry to inform you he has passed”. Those few words of the police man hit Mark like bullets. “How did this happen”? Mike said with a single tear rolling down his face. “He drowned”.

The next morning Mark could not bring himself together. His hair looked like a beaten up bird nest, and the bags under his eyes looked like they could hold an orange in them. He dragged himself to the kitchen. When he got there he was still half asleep. He could not stop thinking about Bob, and the green writing. He should have warned Bob, but would that even have helped. All of those thoughts in that moment lived in Mark’s mind rent free. 

To clear his mind and take it off his recently passed roommate. He picked up a newspaper. Its head line chilled Mark’s body so much he almost turned into a penguin. It read fire in the house. Mark continued reading. John Cartlier dies in a fire. Mark started to hyperventilate. The memory of seeing the green writing next to John flooded back. “NO! NO, NO, NO, NO”! Mark yelled with all his might. “Does this CURSE let me see the future deaths of my friends, and others, OR does it cause the future”.

Mark stood up in a hurry. “There is only one more thing to do”. He ran to the bathroom. “If I can see other’s deaths by looking at them, then if I look at myself in the mirror I must see my death. Then I can find the answer to my question. He stared at the mirror and the writing appeared on the reflection. Mark’s eyes widened. He ran to his room and grabbed the gun that he inherited from his father. Mark pointed the gun to his head. He shot himself dead.

I guess Mark found the answer to his question… THE END.